The anchor weighs down 
On my chest
It’s okay

The waves crash
Inside of my head
It’s okay

The words drown
Me to death
It’s okay 

Reign will continue to
Fall rather than Spring
When the seeds of revolution
Sprout in the minds of
Opportunists who summarize
What’s been left out for cold

If I can convince you
To see through this cloud
That the cracks in the ground
Those scars flood and
Leak light below this darkening shroud
I can save you

 
If I can convince you
To turn this world you see in doubt
Upside-down
You’ll notice how those ‘diamond’ circlets
Are just daggered crowns
I can save you

If I can convince you
To see through those eyes 
You’ll see strings on arms
well-guarded and tied
Yet can be seem as
throwing waste into harm
I can save you

If I can convince you
To see through
What’s not so easily seen through
You’ll see deception misconstrued
And that help and guidance 
Is just selfish and defiant
I can save you 

This is my first slam poem I have to present tomorrow. I think I’ll record it and post it later.

I refuse to hide
I’d rather die 
Try to suffocate what I say, just try
I will not abide
My voice is a force of reckoning
Knocking others aside

Unafraid to press my First American right
Unafraid to preach what I write 

Every letter announced 
spilling ink, my patterns unrecognizable and concise
I will not hide a thing
Melting minds like microwaving ice
Shaping wrongs into right
Like Hitler manipulating men into mice

It’s suffice to say I may be nice today
But please pray to Jesus Christ I don’t
Die in vain his way  

My words make me cynical and sadistic
Try me verbally you’ll get your head split
Murderous and tremendous 
Others think I’m simplistic and end up in clinics due to my intricate linguistics
They think, “what is this you misfit?”
It’s not carefully placed thoughts any more it’s gone to instinct 
So witness my limitless business in arranging words into visions 

Where does the time go
Seriously, what the fuck
I am so fucked, man 

Eyes welling of emotional blood
Once the levees break
My cheeks streak with the oncoming flood

It always comes to this
Never realizing what I’ve done
Dipping my toes in a bottomless wish
Lying to myself
Staring into the sun  

Blue

Beautiful but broken
Understood yet unspoken
An understatement of a color
When one just says it’s an ocean

Blue
A sapphire shattered
Seen and shy
Beauty that matters
It’s eloquence floods the sky 

Every time I close my eyes
If I pray
I stay awake
Screams I hear emit from ear to ear
I am insane
Soulless eyes
Decaying face 

I am not afraid
Now I welcome them near me
These horrors hissing 
I am insane
These nightmares 
These demons 
Find a way to litter my brain

I am awake
I am in control
I am insane

Leaves have choices
Like holding on next to their sisters, and brothers
They do their job to live their life
They congregate around others like them
And support one another during strife
A Shakespearean Tragedy
They dance in the wind
And bask in the sun
They cry too in the rain
And die in the snow 
But leaves are persistent
In this world, they’ll always show
Once a leaf reluctantly leaves
Leaves gradually come back to grow

These poems i’ve been making at mass production are starting to suck, but this is what you get when you have to write constantly and the criteria you have to fill isn’t to your liking.